MANIFESTO OF RAW ESSENCE

(for those who have no time to explain, but an urgent need to speak)

I don’t paint to please.
I’m not here to decorate walls or offer comfort.
My work doesn’t keep you company, doesn’t soothe you, doesn’t entertain.
It’s a held-back scream, a stain that won’t wash out, a quiet truth whispered while everyone else makes noise.

I come from the outskirts, from peeling walls and rusty trains that ask no permission.
I used to draw over newspapers, disturbing the printed order.
Now I disturb your gaze.
I reduce. I subtract.
In a world of excess, taking away is an act of resistance.

I don’t follow trends.
I watch them from a distance, like traffic: they pass.
I stay where time unravels.
In the void that remains after everything has been said.

Each painting is a necessary gesture.
Unplanned. Unpredictable. Unrepeatable.
It’s a wound taking shape.
A memory resurfacing, without words.

I’m inspired by Japanese silence,
by the weight of absence,
by the raw beauty of imperfection.

My aesthetics are a form of defiance.
An elegance without permission.

I seek no approval, no validation.
I seek what remains.
What slips away.
What, even if you don’t look at it, keeps looking at you.